Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.